i FUCKING give up

I'm trying on the corset and getting ready to take some pictures of it.

When the zipper catches on the shirt underneath. And jams.
When I try to take it off, it jams in place. Tearing free of the other side. And takes a chunk of my shirt with it.

This fucking outfit is cursed.

It's not even shoddy workmanship this time, it's my own good luck.

Fuck this clothing shit.
Fuck it to hell and back.

Wisdom prevails.

I'm not going to do any painting tonight.
I managed to glue on the arm of a stubborn figure that was my bane a few days earlier. That is victory enough.

The rest of the evening will be spent playing a little solitaire, a little army design, and then sleep.

With Frylock, Master Shake, and Meatwad keeping me company.

"Prepare to be immortal!"